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Sara focus! No matter how much I like Dimitri, I don’t think pregnancy is what we need right now. I shouldn’t have let him cum inside me, oh god. I shouldn’t have let this happen.
There is only one way to find out for sure. I have to get a pregnancy test immediately.
With shaking hands, I dial Martha's number. She picks up after two rings.
"Hey Sara, what's up?" Martha's bubbly voice greets me.
"Hi Martha," I say, trying to sound casual. "Sorry to call so early but I need a favor. I'm not feeling well at all today, maybe a bug. Any chance you can take notes for me in our classes? I think I need to take the day off to rest up."
"A stomach bug?" Martha clucks sympathetically. "Those are the worst! Of course I'll take notes for you, don't worry about a thing. Just focus on feeling better, okay?"
"Thanks, you're the best. I knew I could count on you." I try to inject some energy into my voice.
"No need for thanks my darling." Martha says warmly. "Get some rest, hydrate, and let me know if you need anything else!"
"Will do, thanks again. I really appreciate it."
We exchange goodbyes, and I end the call, leaning my head back against the wall with a heavy sigh. One hurdle down. Now for the scary part - finding answers.
I can't risk taking a test here on campus. Too many watching eyes and loose lips.
I take a deep breath, put on my baggiest sweatshirt and jeans, pulling my hair up under a baseball cap. I wear my sunglasses for good measure and slip out the door.
At the bus stop, I keep my head down, avoiding eye contact with the few other people waiting. The first bus heading off campus arrives, and I quickly hop on, sliding into an empty seat near the back. As we pull away, I feel my heart racing and palms sweating. I'm taking a huge risk skipping class, but this can't wait.
After fifteen minutes, I’m in town. No one will recognize me here.
I hurry down the aisle onto an empty sidewalk when the bus stops. I spot a pharmacy down the block. Taking a deep breath, I walk quickly inside the store.
It's quiet, just an older man at the counter reading a newspaper. I avert my eyes and go straight to the women's health aisle, grabbing the first two pregnancy tests I see. Clutching them tightly, I approach the register and place them on the counter.
The man raises his eyebrows at me over his glasses but says nothing as he rings me up. I pay cash and rush to the dingy bathroom in the back. With shaking hands, I take both tests, then force myself to wait, pacing the small space.
After an agonizing few minutes, I take a deep breath and check them.
Two pink lines stare up at me from each test. Positive. I'm pregnant.
The confirmation hits me like a freight train, and I grab the sink to steady myself. Tears spring to my eyes as a swirling storm of emotions floods me - shock, uncertainty, fear.
I wash my face and take a few minutes to collect myself before leaving the bathroom, the positive pregnancy tests stuffed deep in my bag.
My hands shake as I exit the pharmacy bathroom. I feel lightheaded with shock. What do I do now?
I stumble outside. The few people on the sidewalk pay me no mind as I head for the bus stop on autopilot, lost in anxious thought.
I have to get back to campus before anyone notices I'm gone. But the idea of returning there, of facing my new reality, fills me with dread.
My paranoia grows as I wait for the bus I can't trust anyone. What if Lorenzo sent someone to follow me? What if he already knows? The murder victims on campus flash through my mind, and a chill runs down my spine. The rumors are the third victim was another guy from the frat house, Lev. Could Lorenzo be behind them? Hunting me and anyone that comes in contact with me down?
No, I can't think like that. And for all he knows I went into town to run an errand. But still, I shrink into the corner of the shelter, eyeing each passing person with suspicion.
When the bus finally pulls up, I scramble on board, choosing a seat in the back. As we bump along, I compulsively check over my shoulder, certain I'm being watched. As the bus pulls away from a stop, a prickling on my neck makes me turn. A man stands under the shelter, face obscured by a hoodie. My breath catches. Could it be the person that has been threatening me?
I spin back around, heart hammering. Can he recognize me through my disguise? Impossible. I'm just being paranoid again. Still, I sink down in my seat, pulling my hood lower.
As we near the campus, the bus empties until I'm the only passenger left. I feel relieved. Almost safely home.
But a strong hand clamps down on my shoulder when I step off at the terminal. Before I can scream, a knife blade presses against my throat.
